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07-10-2014, 10:01 PM
Lace
If he didn't know better he could have sworn that she took shape from the very mist itself. The way she appeared, as quietly and stealthily as a shadow reminded him of a black mare he knew, a dragon with a heart of gold whose mere memory still made him ache with longing. As always the stallion jumped slightly as he found himself with company, and as he had done so often in the past - a past that seemed much more distant than it really ought to be - he clipped the hears in the vague irritation and exasperation of a soldier who really should have known that someone was approaching.
"Curiosity", he replied and paused in his step, amber gaze regarding the pale-faced mare with mingled wariness and curiosity. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place her... If they had met before he couldn't quite remember the circumstances. "As I recall there used to be some mountains here... I find it curious that they uprooted themselves and left." A smile ghosted across his cob-webbed features, the dragon stretching out lazily along the gold-dusted spine and yawned. "Perhaps you know more about the matter?"
Perhaps he should feel more nervous about being where he was. It didn't take a genius to notice the unmistakable traces of hooves and the heady scent of horse that lingered in the air, marking the border of a territory. He had only ever set foot in the old Foothills once in the past, but the region must still be inhabited - the appearance of this mare was evidence as good as any of that. Technically that meant that he was intruding, but the notion didn't overly affect the old stallion. He knew better than to try and cross a border when he had no business with the herd, and as long as he kept his nose away from touchy subjects he should be fine.
If not... well, he was used to running by now.
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
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